Autumn Days
AUTUMN days are sun crowned,
Full of laughing breath;
Light their leafy feet are dancing
Down the way to death.
Scarlet-shrouded to the grave
I watch them gayly go;
So may I as blithely die
Before November snow.
Woodland Worship
HERE ’mid these leafy walls
Are sylvan halls,
And all the Sabbaths of the year
Are gathered here.
Upon their raptured mood
My steps intrude,
Then wait—as some freed soul might wait
At heaven’s gate.
Nowhere on earth—nowhere
On sea or air,
Do I as easily escape
This earthly shape,
As here upon the white
And dizzy height
Of utmost worship, where it seems
Too still for dreams.